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... n would be wiped out in one fell swoop.

   Only such a 'cowardly and incompetent' him will not arouse the suspicion of his emperor's second uncle.

  While Su Jingchen was busy arranging traps and fortifications, he gathered the blacksmiths of Quanyang City to make weapons overnight for the more than 500 strong men who 'voluntarily' came to help defend against foreign enemies at the cement factory.

  Yu Xiaolian was not idle either. Hearing that there was going to be a war, m ...

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